Luyện nghe bài hát The Ride

I hate when people say they feel me man, I hate shit.
It'll be a time before y'all feel me, if ever

You won't feel me until
Say they love you, but it's not
And suit is oxblood
And the girl you hates you
And your friends faded off of
you ordered
Then about the game that you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass getting
than the plot does
And when you her, that's when she pop up
And you got a drop but you around with the top up
Or get three SUVs for niggas dressed refugees
And deal with the
About all excessive needs
And you do dinners at Laundry in Napa Valley
and glasses of Dolce
That shit up your alley
You see a and you ask about her
smiling at you, it must be happy hour
They put the across your lap soon as you sat down
It's like you own every place you choose to be at now
through airport security with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, they keep on
Saying that feel you, nigga

Yeah,
been too long
Been way too

I've been too long
I've been faded too
I've faded too long
Why won't it The ride
Why it start? The ride

You won't feel me you want it so bad you tell yourself you're in it
And tell the world you that your paper work is finished
And steal mothers debit cards so you maintain an image
And around in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted
You a minute, you got it
You know its real when your nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, that's just a way of
Apartment o three, some couches and paintings
When you record with two others that the same things
Yeah, it start to feel better home feels
And so you up there every night you you getting close
That money was for gas and phone bills
But shit you bout to spend it on what matters
You drop a couple songs and that you can beat a nigga
And out every night to let the city see the nigga
Telling stories that relate to
And even though they hate you just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

I haven't been inside one and three in so long
I'm right up to it now, make sure you got your coat on
runway can be cold especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is and city lights and slow songs
For months out the year, it's got you asking what's good at home
What's good at
The same hoes are still at it, I known
My young niggas M's and sippin' dirty jones
Problem children that all be reppin' Own
Brand new girl, and she still
Brand new titties, stitches showing
and she just praying that it heals good
I'm bout to and I'm just praying that it feels good
I really don't know much but shit I know a
They say more money problems, my nigga don't believe it
I mean there's some bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six on my self and I feel amazing
Young money maker, season holder
switching over
I come through them bitches still scorching as if I didn't
You niggas gettin' older, I see no threat in
I'm out messing over the lives of these niggas
That couldn't fuck my freshman flow
at that fucking chip on your nephews shoulder
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My Junior and senior will get meaner
Take nigga

I'm faded, faded, faded, faded (the ride)
Why it start the ride?
Why it start the ride?
Why won't it ooh the ride?